Mighty Things From Small Beginnings Grow.

Virgil, Above All Poets, Had A Stock Which I May Call Almost Inexhaustible, Of Figurative, Elegant, And Sounding Words.

Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The State.

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant Sun, Is Nature's Eye.

Our Vows Are Heard Betimes! And Heaven Takes Care To Grant, Before We Can Conclude The Prayer: Preventing Angels Met It Half The Way, And Sent Us Back To Praise, Who Came To Pray.